Now, every family should have a family history, no? So. Our family was formed earlier this year when our (soon to be) fps mentor ms may tan asked if any of us would like to try out fps! And so our family was formed. Audrye, Huimin, Chris-Tin and Shuting.
Since march we have battled through problems, underlying problems, solutions, criteria, ranking and action plans, at the same time braving global warming, freedom of speech and most recently, nutrition.
Our unofficial meeting venue was always Chris-tin's house, and in the process, all of us gained weight with all the many many many marks and spencers cookies and ruffles we had! So much for learning about all the transfat.
It was in this intellectual environment that chemical bonding took place! In the end, we officially became the fps family, which can withstand high temperatures without any change in state. XD
A note about the name! reverse electrolysis was one of our action plans! and fps stands for Future Problem Solving!
Did you know? Chris-Tin killed the blog the first time because she didnt know that half the html for the blog was cut off, and she saved the template changes! so she had to do it all over again. ):
Friday, February 09, 2007
my world crashed today. on a temperature scale, absolute zero. i never thought i could get a whole two grades lower than prelims. i guess it wasnt meant to be.
i lied to my parents and said i didnt care, and that i expected it. ya right. i like it in the darkness of the night, when you can cry and cry, and no one will hear you.
after receiving the results i went from depressed to angry. and that's hyper angry mode where i snap off anyone (who is stupid enough to say stupid things to me)'s head without a second thought.
gen: are you ok?
me: YA.
gen: i dont like cynical answers.
me: i'm sorry if my answer has caused you discomfort or distress in any way.
(silence)
i told huimin that she had to choose to commit to fps. i'm sorry i did it, but i guess if she could answer me directly "no", then that was where her heart was. i rejected nicola's calls 6 times. i refused to count during stretches. i anyhow threw balls to shuting. i refused to run to field balls. i hardly said a word to anyone. except to make a pissed off remark or two.
training cheered me up alot. especially at the end when we started turning cartwheels and doing random cheerleadery stuff (like human pyramid), and playing pepsicola and zhong ji mi ma. but all good things must come to an end. i shouldnt be feeling this way. i shouldnt.
because that kind of hurt cant go away.
family meeting at 11:41 PM
